The god of the tigers.
You wouldn't expect to find me here. In the jungles of Asia. I'm pretty much lost, But... there's something here to find. What is it? Who is it? I don't really know all i do know is that my heart keeps urging me on in a certain direction. Telling me...
The Observers
The observers - a dragon delasangre fanfiction by: pyros byrnur a strange dragon is captured by one of the blood... and examined... 'carefully'. disclaimer: everyone knows it by now.
Observations
He was just observing people going about their day, taking a tiny, innocent peak into the lives and affairs of others.
Perspective
Hundreds of millions of superclusters, each too small to be observed as anything more as a miniscule contributor to the luminous grandeur of this vast stage.
The Observation Effect
The observation effect. by geneseepaws this week's writing challenge: "there just aren't enough days in the hour."
06 - Observations
Everypony carried a notepad and three pencils to record their observations but they needed to conserve their materials so few notes were passed between them.
Undercover Observations
Granted, i'd still not trust dogs for a moment, but i would take time to observe them whenever possible. a large part of me wanted to shed the predisposition of prejudice and try to understand them better.
A Silent Observer
She took one sip. It was all she really needed. Just enough to get the taste to soak her lips with the acidic taste of the alcohol. She had hoped that by sitting alone that it would send to signal to any man that wanted to hook up with her tonight that...
A Hidden Observer
Being a sneaking observer, he found another place to discreet himself, a space behind two large rocks, the small space between them giving him a nice view of the two dragons while he remained hidden behind them.
Cody's Love: Part One
Although, alex did more studying, and cody did more observing. as the week went on, alex began to take notice. alex sat at his desk and eagerly waited for the bell to ring. mr.
philisofical moment.txt
Men have cried for horses, money, sanctuary, and even God but none have cried harder than for when they want love it tears it shreds it claws and it murders yet we clamber further for it we let it blind us and give us strength it destroys...
Becoming Human: Scamper's Story
A quiet day in the forest by the big city, though the machines could be heard if you trained your ears the sound of the running stream and the birds drowned them out easily. This was her home, a tiny female red fox who bore no name, one among many in...